9781618857569GettingitAllStorm by Troy Storm Read Free Book Online

to her.
    Buried
deep, his dick felt perfection. Nobody owned him. Nobody possessed him. He
possessed. He owned.
    The
rest of him felt like he was being trampled. Clotted by
clothing. Fighting through a jungle to get to the
clearing. Clawing toward the blinding clearing in the jungle of must
have where his dick swam in perfection. Where he chose for it
to swim.
    Matt
pounded his rock-hard, throbbing prong into Christy, his jeans tangled around
his ankles, her dress knotted somewhere around her middle, his hands slipping
off her ass to fight for purchase in the soft cushions of the sofa. Her thong
scraped against his thrusting, vein knotted bone then turned into a sodden bow
that sawed against his driving gristle.
    His
entire being centered on his probe, driving into her target.
    The
heat rushed in from all his extremities and centered. Coalesced.
    With
a grunt his body erupted. A blissful, blissful, blissful
eruption. He gasped. Moaning, unbelievingly, he blew his load. Body jerking. Ejaculating gloriously. That he still could…that the wait hadn’t killed him…that his
flesh hadn’t totally atrophied.
    Endlessly
coming, expulsing waves of cum, climbing through the tangled vines, dragging
his bedraggled neglected manbody , nails dug into the woodvine toward the clearing.
    Giving his all.
    Getting it all.
    Dragging
himself, limb over limb out of the dank and dark and into the light where his
jangled body fused with the perfection of her perfectly suctioning pussy
enveloping his firehosing dick
    Peace. Utter, unbelievable peace.
    His
chest pounded. His body shook.
    Then calmed. And sank quietly, numbly beneath the surface.
    Matt’s
head began to clear. The clearing goal was a Christy pool with streaks, swords
of light, driving down, radiating from on high through the warm fluid. He swam
up through the lake of cum to break through.
    “I…”
He swallowed. She was under him, breathing deep.
    “I’m…”
He gave up communication and poured himself back onto her disheveled bed of
flawless flesh. Into becoming a man again instead of exploded
atoms. Drained neurons.
    “Well,
that was something,” she muttered, sucking in oxygen, full chest heaving. “Something fucking else.” She stretched underneath him,
arching her back, grunting, testing her hips, trying to get comfortable. He was
still socketed. “Good thing you didn’t wait any longer. You might have
completely flattened me. I take it you were a little more gentlemanly with Lucy.”
    “Lucy
and I didn’t fuck,” he mumbled into her left breast, feeding on her softness,
his face reveling in her womanhood.
    “Good
thing,” she snorted, unglamorously. “Matt, I need you to get off me.”
    “Oh,
God, woman,” the realization broke through like ice water. “I’m still in my workboots .”
    “You’re
still in everything else you had on, honey, including me. Don’t worry about it.
I’m still in my heels. Barely.”
    His
butt did feel…scarred. Damn. Awkwardly, they uncoupled. Matt felt himself flush
with embarrassment as he ungainly pushed himself to sit up on the sofa.
    “Christy,
I…I’m so sorry. I don’t quite know what took over…are you all right? I didn’t…”
    She
too sat up, adjusting herself. “Don’t worry about it, Matt. Not totally your
fault, I’m glad to see. I was playing with fire and almost got myself burnt.
Nice to see you can still heat up those cockles.” She leaned over and kissed
him gently on the cheek. “Not the first time I’ve bit off a big chew. But no more than I can handle. I’m a big girl. My daddy always said don’t mess around in the grate unless
you’re sure the coals are out.”
    Reaching
over, she patted his wrinkle-wrapped dead dick as he sat slumped and disheveled
next to her. “I think in this case we all might be glad to know the coals are
still hot.”
    He
blushed outrageously as he stumbled upright, awkwardly stripping off the condom
and pulling up his underwear and jeans.
    “Nice
underpants,”